Lay me where soft Cyrene rambles down 
In grove and garden to the sapphire sea; 
Twine yellow roses for the drinker's crown; 
Let music reach and fair heads circle me, 
Watching blue ocean where the white sails steer 
Fruit-laden forth or with the wares and news 
Of merchant cities seek our harbors here, 
Careless how Corinth fares, how Syracuse; 
But here, with love and sleep in her caress, 
Warm night shall sink and utterly persuade 
The gentle doctrine Aristippus bare, -- 
Night-winds, and one whose white youth's loveliness, 
In a flowered balcony beside me laid, 
Dreams, with the starlight on her fragrant hair.